Voices in his head
echoed every second
traumatised by the same words
telling to end the pain
He's been too oblivion
to not wonder the intentions
sadly, they had caged in
while the truth had ripped off his wings
suffocating him in such sorrow
wishing for no more tomorrow
Drowned in his own emotions,
how pathetic could that be?
but all that's left in the eyes
of once a guy so cheerful at break of dawn
and filled with misery at dusk
is now a complete void.
"you wanted me to be happy, so be happy for me now"
he wrote.
with a gun in hand,
pulls the trigger to his head
on the floor he bled
"goodbye"
he said.
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Dead Poets
Poetry"Poets are among the damned, cursed to commiserate over their loss, to reach with outstretched hands-" -Lang Leav
